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Is Tom your enemy?..

Another idiotic day. Another fishing trip that ended with Matt pouting and me with a stash of harpoons. "Harpoons, harpoons, they're better than guns!" I chanted, lugging my trusty harpoon gun across the living room. I was in a good mood until I noticed it.
In the next room, by the door, stood a silhouette. Picking the lock. In my house.
"Who goes there?" I barked, snatching the harpoon. But when the figure turned, the harpoon fell from my hands.

Tord.

Him. The same "horned" idiot who ran away years ago, now standing here, grinning like nothing happened. My insides started to boil. Edd's look? Joy. Matt's look? Just dumb surprise as he munched on a cookie. They were idiots.
"So, when are you leaving back?" I asked, trying to hide my irritation.
"Leaving? I'm moving back!" he replied.
I just couldn't believe it. I stood there, in complete shock, until this... shadow from the past declared that she wanted her old room back. My room?!

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